It dawned on me recently during a very heated political debate on a public forum, that many of us seem to get excitedly passionate (and share that passion) only when we are upset, challenged, or threatened. Why is it harder, seemingly, to be passionate about the things we really love – a fine meal, a stirring symphony, a beautifully unfolding flower, a sunset, a silent moment between lovers? I am not suggesting that you are not passionate about these things, I am simply wondering why it seems harder to or less acceptable (or intriguing) to be passionate about beautiful things.
While occasionally challenging, I am going to do my best to stay positive about everything life has to offer, while being exceptionally passionate about the things I love and which are healthy to share with others.